This is a song about "Welcome to my rap game it s real this is survival of the fitest do or die i m a reaper so u best fear your doomsday of facing me is drawing near"

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

The brink of death is near so don't be afraid to grab it/

Suicide i dont give a fuck it your life so you decide it do or die

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

Gray coupe, whip in momma's name

Cause this is the rap game.

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

The shit you do to me is no fault of your own,

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes is it real or

Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie

But i'm so fly, and this is do or die.

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

This is what i do, due to my lack of friends